Shadows of the Past
Days slip by like shadows,
Yet, I feel no sorrow.
I think back on happy times.
Childhood ,meant wonder.
Storms, meant there'd be thunder
and Christmas bells sang sweet chimes.
Then I had to mature
and find that I'm not sure,
if those shadows are still mine?
For the contest; Balassi Stanza
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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